Not in the Thunder

 For all your light shows

And all the right showings

For your crowds of baying, praising enthusiasts

For your stadium shaking thunderous bass

And ethereal wailings

Your many harmonies 

And the thudding of the drums

Mirroring heartbeat syncopations

And a noise that would wake nations

From their slumber

There is the figure of one

within your number

Who stands with arms folded


He wasn't in the Thunder

Nor the earthquake

Nor was he any less in them

Whatever turf you take,


There is a man

In a bedroom somewhere

Who realises for the first time,

That The Son of God himself

Knew what it was 

To fear God

For all the thunder

And what goes on under

For absence of the quake

His shoulders start to shake

Even to know him in perfect love

Is still to fear him.

Even the most intimate son

Revered him.

And this is the love 

He has bestowed.

Now make some noise.

Fourteen One

The Fatherless Children of Chance

Born of good luck and happenstance

Alone in the wide universe

Alone and alive without blessing or curse

To do and be done as they might

Without a reason or wrong or a right

And reason's alright as it goes

And for all that I do, I've got one of those

But there's no reason for reason at all

It's dog eating dog or the last one to fall

In the end were all the dust that we came from

And meanings mean nothing without explanation

And there's no judge who can cast judgement on me

I proclaim him a myth and I find him unworthy

Go give account to the sand

Go return your body back to the land

You can take this down as verbatim

There's no God, but Oh, do I hate him